... except they were bottles of wine, not beer.And every single one of them has been taken down and passed around.Larry's parents were here all week, and while it didn't SEEM like I was drinking that much at any given time, here I sit, hair dryer on high, trying to do something about this here wet brain.I somehow managed to obliterate the brain cell that was holding my ATM pin. And the ones that help me pronounce words like coleslaw, tater tots ... and ibuprofen.Cashier: Ma'am? You need to enter your pin number. Me: Yeah, on second thought, go ahead and run it as credit.Cloe-saw, anyone?Teeter tots?Never mind. Just pass the ibrupofen.